he wore black and I wore white,
he would always win the fight…
This. THIS. So very, very slickly done. (Plus, I love this song.)
(Source: napollyakin)
he wore black and I wore white,
he would always win the fight…
This. THIS. So very, very slickly done. (Plus, I love this song.)
(Source: napollyakin)
Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4863944 (4,600 words)
Summary:
“You know,” Napoleon offered, “that first night you chased us in East Berlin - we weren’t sure that you were human. Not then.”
Or: A Man from U.N.C.L.E. / His Dark Materials fusion fic where everyone has daemons, moving from the end of the Vinciguerra affair in Rome, through Istanbul, and on to what happens (happily ever) after.
Well, that’s done. First fic I’m posting since 2011, first fic in a new fandom, first time making a proper stab at this whole tumblr thing. That feels like a lot of firsts and newness. Frankly, I’m terrified.